Dave ran away to the circus
To get away from the clowns,
To give his life some purpose,
Before he shot somebody down.

He stopped at every service station,
On the motorway heading west,
And drove the centeral reservation
Into the centre of his chest.

And the world carries on without davey
It's not a worse or better place,
Uglier and safer maybe, 
But thats a question of personal taste.

And every year come rain or sunshine,
I put flowers on his grave,
But it's not easy sometime,
I've learned to live in a world without DAVE

Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh

Monday I do the laundry,
Wednesday the gospal according to the supermarket 
tills.
Thurday empty the dustbins.
Friday I visit my mum's
It's just a simple loss adjustment
Untill the weekend comes.

And the world carries on without davey
It's not a worse or better place,
Uglier and safer maybe, 
But thats a question of personal taste.

Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh
Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeeh,Yeeh

And the world carries on without davey
It's not a worse or better place,
Uglier and safer maybe, 
But thats a question of personal taste.

I might run away to the circus
To get away from the clowns 
To give my life some purpose
Before I shoot somebody down.